In the dim recesses of the heart’s dark chamber,
Where echoes of the raven softly linger,
A tale of love, both haunting and tender,
Whispered in shadows by night’s lone singer.

Amidst the murmurs of the midnight air,
Her visage, fair, in dreams does oft appear,
A ghostly presence in the moonlight’s glare,
Whose gentle touch dissolves each earthly fear.

O love, entwined with melancholy’s grace,
In every shadowed corner, you reside,
A fleeting glimpse of heaven’s sweet embrace,
Within the poet’s heart, you softly hide.

Though time may fade the fervor of the past,
Yet in the soul’s eternal depths you stay,
A love immortal, steadfast to the last,
In verses whispered where the shadows play.